(when they combine Demoral and Morphine you get serious Hallucinations 
Reminds me of the second-sickest I've ever been. When my appendix decided to inflame on me, I wound up going to the ER at about 4:30 in the morning after about 6 hours of bad symptoms. I got into the ER at 4:30 AM, didn't get to see a doctor til about 1:00 PM due to the fact that a couple of inconsiderate guys decided that morning was the right time to crash their ultralight, and they were occupied putting them back together.
Spent the entire morning passing in and out of consciousness on a bed in the ER.
At around 1:00 PM, a doctor and a bunch of med students came around, learning about stuff. They were pretty sure I had appendicitis, so they used me for a training dummy so they could feel how an appendicitis patient's abdominal muscles tense up when you poke the right side of their abdomen. After the fifth student, my eyes kind of hardened up when I looked at the doctor and commented that I believed I was done putting up with that. Did I mention they hadn't actually diagnosed me officially, so I hadn't had any painkillers yet?
So they officially diagnosed me, and gave me Demerol. If that's the non-addictive friendly cousin of morphine, I hope I never need morphine. That was a trip. I could still feel the pain somewhat, but I just didn't care.

1 AM the next day, I got surgery time and they popped my appendix out. Based on the size of the scar (5 inches) I've got compared to a lot of other appendix scars I've seen, either my doctor was Wilt Chamberlain or it was about to burst.
Wiley.